Another Armchair Moralist

Im talking with nobody listening, see, front line walking just like a refugee sentimental, old friend says I'm out of touch so hard to be gentle when handling the softer stuff you've seen this face before, You remember the name in mass-production I, I'm plenty of the same much more than y'bargained for, now, don't lose your cool in the rush stripped down n' ribbon bound on arrival the petals are crushed more than a brother, too dear to bid adieu another armchair moralist, the word is not the truth another armchair moralist, too close to be cut loose down under the waterline, down in the thick of it I surrender one last time, although, truly sick of it my nightmare scenario, yeah, my indiff'rence killer after I hopping over bedpans go to find him in the mirror only I and I alone must throw myself to the wire as you sit on a distant throne, too green for the fire what will it amount to, in the case that it does not combust I could do without you only missing the sense of enough more than a brother, too dear to bid adieu another armchair moralist, the word is not the truth another armchair moralist, he's dear to me, too close to be, expensively... cut loose